Ceremoniously

Clairvoyance foretold dark windows and bleached snow.
The faulty thermostat leaves us cold,
as if we're pressed against the glass of the window--
prostrate to reality, frigid lust, and separation
until you have laid me down, concerned with fragility,
and used my skin to warm your hands.

The new curves--
you trace them with tenderly alert fingertips,
deciding your favorite
before you open your winter flower.
Coax my eyes open with kisses,
so that I might watch you
ceremoniously
strip away the fabric
until I am but hot skin.

Trace long lines across my body,
along my legs, encircling my hips,
opening them to your body
while my hands find your chest,
grazing the place where I can feel your
heart beat.

Desired.
Graze my stomach and breasts with your hands
before placing them beneath me
to alter my relationship with ground and mattress.

Devour me--
inch by inch,
until you can feel the whole of my existence
rising up to meet you,
begging you to look into my eyes.
They are naked with hope.
They want to see us from the ceiling
to watch me clinging to your shoulders,
rife with records
telling just how loud I might have screamed
if the room hadn't already been a whisper.





Poetry by MissAudreyKaye
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Written on 2008-11-19 at 05:50

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Kathy Lockhart
this is outstanding writing. You brought such passion alive with images that seduced and invited the reader to partake of the scene, the moment, the intimacy with awe and yearning.
2008-11-20